Kudos to whoever painted this sign on this wall, I can’t draw hands for the life of me.
Source: tolackcolour.tumbr.com
Lets all just ignore that this picture looks like a poster for an autumn themed Twilight fanfic and appreciate this adorably tiny white pumpkin.
These were worth staining my hands, lips, and favourite pair of jeans for.
The cosmos is within us. We are made of star stuff. We are a way for the universe to know itself. -Carl Sagan
I was painting a canvas black this morning to prep for a portrait and I accidentally set my hand down in a giant glob of black paint and instead of washing it off like a rational person I just spread it out over my whole hand and added stars. It looked moderately cool for about 3 minutes and then it was just a nightmare to get out from under my fingernails.
I made this tiny tree-cut magnet for a friend this morning, because I miss her. And because owls.
Sometimes I really miss these little spiny desert-dwellers.
Paige was so delighted by all the little crabs on the rocks. We must have spent at least twenty minutes walking just several feet back to the trail so as not to step on any of the little guys.
I have a job interview in a couple of hours....what better way to prepare than drinking chai tea and fawning over my new second-hand copy of Essential Monet.
It was too nice a morning to have coffee indoors.